Samuel Eyitayo

The 2015 Election Rumble - Poem by Samuel Eyitayo

Loud was the noisePowerful enoughTo break the eardrum of the deafThe two gladiatorsFighting for the crownTo lead the peopleOf every tongueOf every faithBut the tongue took the leadFollowed by the faithIn the shouting matchEngaged by the gladiatorsWhose business was to sellTheir thoughts that may never beThen, the rumblingThe certificate fracasThe health newsThen, the killingsFrom either sideCame the blamesThen, the datesTook flight for sixLogged by the umpireWho claimed to be readyWhen the cardsThe Personal Voter CardsWere still in the pressThen, the promisesOf a new day which are uncertainThen, the day cameNot with many rumblingsFrom the pots of the gladiatorsThen, the big fishesJumping from one pond to the otherThe fingerlins clamped around the new fishThe election rumbling continuedTill the election of the oneFavoured or flavoured by manyIf you care to knowThe gladiators are fightingFor the few that they knowThe crowd they knew notThe crown they need badlySome gladiatorsThrew cash to the crowdSome, bags of riceWith tubers of yamNo one goes home Empty handedBut when electedThe crowd has empty futureWho will help me tell themTo vote with mindFor him that will make their futureA glorious future